Friday @ Boreal

The last day for the college student special. Hopefully my ID will work next year and I can scam them for running such a horrible last part of the season, bastards. Wednesday will probably be my last ride day and then fishing and frolicking ensues until the snow dumps again. Maybe by then I will have a rig to mob it through the chains only BS.

My B Day

Consumers are often faced with a dilemma of what is a quality ironing board...?

A good one is one you can close with one hand.

From my perspective, the better quality ironing boards (and irons in most cases) are ones that are built to last. You will see old school 1950's steam irons that press clothes like champs.

Tuesday

Rode hard at Shasta and got some kickers down pat...pretty soon I should be shredding at the professional level alongside Mr. Shaun White. Yeah right.

Then I fished the Upper Sac on the way home. Got one in about 15 mins, and feeling all cocky, decided to try to cross to fish a sick seam on the other side. Made it about halfway across before the current pushed my foot off the rock I "jumped" to. Swam for a few seconds and then realized,

"Aw shit, this is too deep! Nice work dumbass."

Was about 15 ft from a gnarly 250 yd long whitewater section (flowing 1750 cfs)and was able to pull away onto a boulder - with the help of 6 lb 8 oz newborn infant Jesus. Sat there for a sec, soaked to the bone, shaking my head in disbelief. I had to mob upstream a good 30 feet before attempting to get back or I would have died March 31, 2009.

Made it back with only losing a half eaten package of beef jerky and destroying my cell. Lesson learned: Don't be a dumbass.

Spring Break Gig

I hauled ass down the 395 to Bridgeport last Monday morning and "discovered" the East Walker River. This place is the shit. Stayed in Mammoth Lakes w/ Josh Hevron, a guide for The Troutfitter in town. He showed me around town, Hot Creek, Upper and Lower Owens, and the East Walker.

I met all sorts of dudes on my trip, from the legendary E Walker gangster Scott Freeman, to a down-to-earth homie Steve who runs P3 in Mammoth Lakes. Thanks for the boots, Steve! Either way, these boys down here can fish and have a damn good time out on the water.

All in all, I fished everyday, snowboarded a few days, and ate the best food ever - courtesy of the Mammoth boys. I have never been so tired, yet so happy and content in my life. It was by far the best spring break ever, and I owe it all to my homie Josh. He is the man!

Mr Fisherman

A song by Sugar Minott on his album, Rare Gems.

'skins for dayz

I am set on lines for a while. Got all sorts of sharkskins to fuck around with, even nabbed a stillwater line as well. Now if only the days would wind faster so the stones will come out and I can throw my magnum taper on the Pit...Livin day by day is what it seems like right now.

My new thing is getting lines to fish, only to borrow rods from several friends that actually are nice enough to let me fuck with there $695 Scott rods. So I figured have a line and a reel and they won't be tripping about me and a whole set up. Thanks boys! I won't be a poor college kid forever!